Heh, in my school only me and a bunch of drama students were doing the volcano. My volcano didn't have any cows, but it was wearing a derby for some reason. Frickin drama club.<P>The smarties weren't doing anything with airfoils, just busy grafting Texas Instruments calculators to their wrists. They're now designing the next American car I'll never buy.<P>The "cool" kids were flinging rubber bands at each other and received no real education beyond that. They're all looking forward to "Two-Margarita Tuesday" at Pedro's, and nothing else in their sad, pathetic, little lives. HAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!<P>-Justin

Well, Sarah, I managed to go through a string of the kinds of girls you read about in "The Weekly World News" when I still gave a shit about the mating game.<P>The ones that weren't crazy, were looking for a free ride, and the crazy ones were crazy in the wrong ways- the last one was Homocidal, and not in a sexy way.<P> I've officially "given Up", which has, incidentally, freed my time enormously to pursue such useful things as finding out how long I can go without cooking, what all those power settings on the Microwave are for, and how to consume 42 cups of coffee in a single evening. I've also discovered the joy of being the one who has to listen patiently to the romantic struggles of my peers. Doing so has enabled me to firmly hold on to my desire to die alone, and leave no heirs.<P>------------------ <A HREF="http://galaxylegend.keenspace.com" TARGET=_blank>http://galaxylegend.keenspace.com</A> Darker, and more violent, guaranteed."

That's okay, I tend to hang out with a pack of spinsters where we can all be bitter together and get really annoyed when other "coupled" people are being overly eager with their public displays of affection...kids.<P>I like to go by the Batmanuel philosophy:Lonely is an unfortunate prediciment whereas "lone" is an asthetic choice, like the lone ranger or a lone wolf.<P>I'm lone baby!

My turning point in basically moving out my thr folks' house for college. Up till then I dated Bible-thwakin' "good-girls" who I had to avoid the word "damn" around. <P>Everyone I went out with seriously since then has been a bisexual with at least one spiked collar. I'm not sterotyping here. Helluva rut to fall into, though.

Ah, yes. School days, school days, etc., ad nauseum.<P>Dating in school pretty much started when I was in Grade 10. She was a grad. I've been moving down the food chain since then. Current POSSLQ is 7 years my junior.<P>She is also sane; this is important, as I have just about had my fill of lunatic women that believe chemical stimulants are an acceptable substitute for a grasp of reality, "feel" New Age Anything should supplant common sense, and can't get it through their heads that a complement is NOT a disguised, derogatory comment about whatever-it-was I didn't complement. Yes, I'm bitter.<P>Vancouver's generally a nice town, but the girls need their heads examined. Had to move to Cowtown to find reasonably normal women.<P>Now, about Sarah in this spiked collar...

Sure, Sarah's gone from "Goth" to "Clubbing". (see "Author" pic on the "About" page...) It seems to be something that happens fairly regularly. Besides, she was Army for a while, it's natural that she'd get tired of being treated like an animal...<P>------------------ <A HREF="http://galaxylegend.keenspace.com" TARGET=_blank>http://galaxylegend.keenspace.com</A> Darker, and more violent, guaranteed."

You get go out for coffee? How...odd. I no longer do that (my best friend living 10 hours drive away might have something to do with that...).<P>*shudder*<P>I have this sudden suspicion I am becoming a "responsible person." Please excuse me; I'm going to run with some scissors out into traffic to play.

Heehee, I don't even drink coffee! I drink coke instead. And yes there's sushi sometimes, and I also forgot about movie night over a Rask's. So I guess I still have a little bit of a life left. I'm not a total hermit yet!